Dalmatia In Early Middle Ages
The History of Dalmatia concerns the history of the eastern coast of the Adriatic Sea and its inland regions, stretching from the 2nd century BC up to the present.
The first mention of Dalmatia as a province is through its foundation in the Roman Empire. Dalmatia is ravaged by barbaric tribes beginning in the 4th century. The Slavs settle the area in the 6th century, the semi-mythological White Croats and White Serbs divided Dalmatia in two in the 7th century, the Croats ruling north of the Neretva river while the Serbs ruling the south.
The Republic of Venice had the maritime lands several times in history, also, Dubrovnik has a rich history as being the seat of the Republic of Ragusa.
In 1527 the Kingdom of Croatia becomes a Habsburg crown land, in 1812 the Kingdom of Dalmatia is formed. In 1918, Dalmatia is part of the State of Slovenes, Croats and Serbs, then the Kingdom of Yugoslavia and after World War II, Dalmatia became part of Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia in SR Croatia.
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